As we approached ‘El Chalet’ the ferocious dog, commonly found in almost every Argentine household, came out to meet us barking loudly. Jane gripped my hand tightly, “Are you sure this is a restaurant?”. I could see the front door of the house was just open a crack so I pushed it open. “Hola”, I shouted. Inside were some laid-up tables in a plain room with no one present. “Hola, hola?”. I could hear some noise in the back so I continued on through the room to a back corridor where I could see a kitchen to the left. “Hoolla?”. This time ‘Juan’ heard me and came bustling out to greet us. Yes, he could serve lunch. We told him through google translate that we ‘eat anything’ and sat down and waited. There was no menu.
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